The Pit

I'll take you to a place
A place where the stench of sorrow
Mists in the air
Where gloom drips down the walls
The mud of loneliness covers the ground
Remnants of hollow lies ferment
Among the shallow promises
I long to be out of here
This place where perpetual nightmares linger
I hope against hope
And plead with the demons
To help me find my way out
But this place has become my home
Perhaps I will dwell in this chasm forever